Chapter 69
Quinn lay on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, the other resting across his chest—scratched and lightly bitten from earlier. His eyes were locked on the low, metal ceiling above them, but his thoughts were miles away. Not on the mission. Not on Garrett, or the Pentagon, or even Calvin’s voice in his ear. His mind was on Sasha. He turned his head slowly. She lay beside him, sprawled across the rumpled bed sheets on her stomach, one leg bent slightly at the knee. The thin sheen of sweat on her bare skin caught the soft overhead light, highlighting every curve and scar. Her short blonde hair was wild, messy, strands clinging to her cheek as she slept. Quinn’s heart ached. He wasn’t just falling for her—he was in love with her. Deeply. Completely. Recklessly. And it scared him. W
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